Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.